Scary Duolingo Messages Novels & Stories

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

I opened the translator app, copied a string of Korean characters that roughly meant confusion and distance, then typed beneath it in broken English through the tool so it would look deliberately foreign: 왜 삭제했어? 그녀가 알까 봐 두려워? Why did you delete it? Are you afraid she will know? I hit send before I could overthink it. The message went through. My hands trembled as I set the phone down and sank back against the pillows, heart racing so hard I felt nauseous again. Marcus stepped in quietly a moment later, carrying fresh water and crackers. “Still feeling bad?” he asked, voice soft. He adjusted the pillows behind me and brushed damp hair from my forehead.

I got into the driver's seat, excitement tingling through me as I started the engine. But then, amidst the quiet hum of the car, a piercing scream shattered the tranquility. Instinct kicked in. I slammed on the brakes, my heart pounding as I scanned the surroundings. Another cry for help echoed through the trees. Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone, fingers trembling slightly as I dialed emergency services. Just as I was about to hit call, a text notification buzzed from Zaylen. Zaylen's message flashed on the screen, urgent and filled with worry: ‘Liana, don't go. Cancel the appointment with your realtor. It's not safe for you to be in our area with these murder sprees.’

Her heart dropped when she went through the message. “Your father was a coward. He died hiding the truth about Stephen, and now you'll pay for that, I'm watching you” Gabriela’s hand shook so hard that she almost dropped her phone. “Oh my gosh, who's that from?” Jennie asked, looking devastated at the text message. “It's the man with the blue scar…he is watching me” Gabriela whispered, her eyes going around scared at the fact that he might jump out of the shadows at any time.

Lena stared at the message glowing on her phone screen, her pulse quickening with each passing second. The words were brief but chilling: “Your home is not safe. Trust no one. Someone close is part of it.” The text had no name, no identifier. It was a warning from the shadows, sent to shake the very foundation of her security.

I hesitate, grappling with the unsettling message on my phone. "It's nothing much," I finally reply, attempting to downplay the disquiet that cling to me. Luciano, ever perceptive, presses further. "Are you sure? You look like you're worried about something." His inquiry carries a knowing undertone, as if he senses something amiss. Fumbling with my phone, she shows me the mysterious text. Luciano's brow furrows, his eyes narrowing in scrutiny. "I know your secret and it's out in the open. Watch out!" the message taunts. The room seems to hold its breath as we share a moment of tense speculation.

The contents of the message was a chilling line: Be careful not to share a meal with the devil. My fingers froze for a second and I took a deep breath. The breeze suddenly felt colder, biting at the back of my neck. My eyes stayed glued to the message, my mind scrambling for context. It had no emojis or spam link or group promo. Just the sentence. I looked at my tray, then at hers and finally back at the message. Sophia noticed the switch instantly. “Val?” I turned the screen off, trying to swallow the lump rising in my throat. “It’s nothing. Just spam.”

I scroll over the received messages and I see an unknown number and I tap on it before I can help it. Hide for as long as you want, just be ready when I come calling gatita. Sent 12:03 pm 18th January I swallow hard before dropping my phone down. Fuck me!

Or want to. “Take your time baby,” Dustin said, touching my shoulder. I needed to just get it over with, so I hit send and put it on speaker. RING RING RING “Si,” his voice said. I knew he would probably try to speak in Spanish but I was going to keep it so Dustin could understand. “Hey dad,” I said, my voice even. “Leia, are you safe? Are you okay,” he asked, his tone flat and even. He sounded like he was reading from a script. He sounded mechanical. I knew he was maybe mildly concerned for my physical well being. Maybe he was just wanting to be able to tell my future husband if I was now missing a limb or something crazy.

Her name was scribbled in tidy, foreign writing. Elena didn't want to tear up the envelope, and she felt its very weight carry a certain sense of foreboding. She hesitated awhile but then tore it open. There was only one piece of paper in it, with only one typewritten sentence: "**Stop digging or the next message will be your last.**" Elena's throat caught on her breath. The message was clear and chilling; her stomach churned from fear. She glanced around her empty house, feeling that sense of safety she had always had replaced with dread.